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Wednesday, 10 March 2021

GHOSTMAN HORROR CLONE BY MARK ANTONY RAINES

 


Wolf's howl;Vampire bat wings flutter silently in the wind ;the ghostman rises from his slumber of the dead to bring you a tale of clone 

My name is Dr Pepper  for my sins I am I member of the scientific community just a lower laboratory assistant working my  way up the ladder. 

I was asked to go on trip to London to Paris which I did solo then after a few days  I invited my wife Enid and my step son Shane to come visit me but to my amazement and the overwhelming grief and sense of anger and guilt when I head both had died in a terrible air crash. 

After  the funeral i decided to research about making clones I knew the scientific community disproves due to the repercussions of playing God had I not  read the horror classic Frankenstein and  learnt what happened when he god by creating a monster I declared to myself this time was going to be different. 

After a lot of study  and endless hour's of working all night  I successful created clones  of my wife and stepson. 

At frist all seemed as before then just small things in behaviour made me paranoid. 

Something was wrong their looked and sounded like my wife Enid and my step son Shane but I saw in thier eyes that thier were blank and when I asked them questions it was an automatic yes not a mummer of another word. 

So I suppose it's back to the drawing board for me I have to get off them like the other failed attempts . As usual, I have gathered them around my dining table on the false pretence that I have cooked a meal before we go back to the normal world rather than this nuclear bunker I am using as my laboratory. This time I have cooked a nice Shepherds Pie in which I crushed my lethal dose of death. But still the eyes pierce me,"That's tuck in"Enid and Shane stay sat on their chairs forks and knifes on the table, then Enid speaks."It so sad that he still thinks he is a scientist in his bunker trying to play God when in truth it is him that is the clone".   

The ghostman crackle s and lays back down in his coffin and as the lid slowly closes he turns  and says.

"Don't have too many nightmares  my children "

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